TALL DOUBLE LATTE PROJECTION, WITH HALF&HALF

This UPI story from yesterday mentions something that was to be expected, that the Bushies were planning on how to deal with Clarke's allegations before they exploded:

The White House was worried about the damaging testimony of a former counter-terrorism chief to a commission investigating the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks last week but was trying to let the issue die on its own, according to Pentagon briefing notes found at a Washington coffee shop.

"Stay inside the lines. We don't need to puff this (up). We need (to) be careful as hell about it," the handwritten notes say. "This thing will go away soon and what will keep it alive will be one of us going over the line."

The notes were written by Pentagon political appointee Eric Ruff who left them in a Starbucks coffee shop in Dupont Circle, not far from U.S. Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld's home.

The notes are genuine, a Pentagon official said. They were compiled for an early morning briefing for Rumsfeld before the Sunday morning talk shows, during which administration officials cond--

Whoa whoa whoa! Backdafucup! Starbucks!?!?

So some Bushies were at Starbucks... Were they there, perchance, for the fine selection of latte's??? Because I seem to remember...

One explanation for the demise of presidential candidate Howard Dean was a TV ad that popped up during the Iowa caucus fight.

The ad urged Dean to take his “. . . latte-drinking, sushi-eating, Volvo-driving, New York Times-reading, Hollywood-loving, left-wing freak show back to Vermont where it belongs.”

Who created the ad? The Washington-based Club for Growth, headed by Steve Moore. It is supported by wealthy conservatives like CNBC host Lawrence Kudlow and National Review president Dusty Rhodes.

Hmm, so Republicans were slamming a Democrat for drinking lattes. My oh my how times have changed. I generally find that a lot of attacks that arise from the conservative punditry about the methods and actions of liberals tend to be forms of projection. But woe to the Bush administration official who gets caught at the local sushi bar. Or any other bars that Electric Six might have sung about.